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Javan’s Visit thus Far

A Layne Post

Javan arrived well on Sunday, and we excitedly welcomed him into our home. With him came some extremely hot days; lucky Javan!

Monday we introduced Javan to our friends in Oncology; however, the same day we discovered our dear little friend Marcelino had taken a turn for the worse. (read his story here) Sometimes these things come so suddenly; they cannot be planned. Our usual cheerful greetings were replaced with tears and fervent prayers. Tuesday our time in Dermatology was cut short, wanting to get back to Marcelino’s side.

Javan and his easy personality captured the attention of many of the other children in the Oncology ward, and as Jon and I focused on Marcelino, the kiddos were showing Javan their beds and searching for mangoes to give him as presents.

After our visit on Tuesday, Javan began to have some pain in his chest. It seemed like a familiar pain he has had before, but while his usual pain lasts only for a few minutes, this pain continued. He rested as well as he could, with little improvement. It was difficult to distinguished between jet lag and unusual tiredness. Thanksgiving came and Javan pushed through like a champ; however, he ended his holiday feeling pretty rotten.

On Friday morning Javan actually woke up feeling better, and thought he was on the up-swing. Thirty minutes later, he had developed a fever and nausea. We decided it was time to go to the clinic to check things out. Praise the Lord we did, because after some blood tests and x-rays, it was determined that Javan had acute pneumonia and needed to be admitted to the hospital.

After some phone calls, we were able to rest assured that Javan’s short term international insurance would cover the cost, and we were able to get Javan settled into a comfy room. Boy was that a good $30 spent on the insurance!

His experience at the hospital was overall a good one. The language proved to be a bit of a barrier with the nurses, but thankfully his doctor spoke decent English. Jon and I tried to stick around as much as possible to help in that department. His IVs gave a bit of trouble, forcing Javan to be poked frequently, which is always unpleasant.

As of today, Monday, Javan’s follow-up blood work and x-rays looked so good and showed Javan was responding so quickly to the IV antibiotics that the doctor said Javan could go ‘home’/our house and continue on oral antibiotics for 7 days. His cough continues, but that can linger awhile. It could be a few weeks until he is back to normal. We’ll return for a final appointment with the doctor Friday, and then Javan can head back to the States on Monday, one week later than planned.

Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the LORD’s purpose that prevails. Proverbs 19:31

Perhaps we’ll look back on this time and understand what the Lord’s purpose was. For now, Jon and I are enjoying our extra time with a special friend.

Here are some photos thus far:

Javan and Alexandra


Javan and new buddies

Turkey Prep

Proud Cooks

The Thanksgiving Group!

Bring admitted

Playing games and Passing time

November 29, 2010
Personal
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How Fast it Changes

A Jon Post

Javan came in last night. What a joy and a privilege to have our good friend and brother join us here, be a part of our ministry, see our lives and share our Thanksgiving day this week. I went to the airport last night to pick him up. I was pretty giddy with anticipation. He is our first visitor and has been my best friend for many years. I really cannot express how much joy I had in my heart last night as I anticipated Javan joining me in my life, even for just the few days he’s here.

We took him to the Oncology ward with us today. Smiles, hugs, children and friends running around, eager to meet our good friend and try out any English phrase they may know.

And then it all changed.

Marcelino… dear, precious, 13-year-old Marcelino… is dying.

Last Friday, he was walking around, laughing, enjoying a new ultrasound image of Anaya, and all around getting better. Today was much different. Today he lay in a dirty hospital bed, deliriously moaning and holding the side of his head in tremendous pain. Today he could not muster the strength to get out of bed to go to the bathroom. Today… Marcelino’s weary body teeters upon the cusp of eternity. The pain in his body is the last thread that holds him to it.

This morning, I laughed, I praised God, I thanked Him for His blessings in my life.

This afternoon, I cried, I praised God, I thanked Him for Marcelino… and asked Him to take my friend quickly.

How fast it changes here. How quickly the joy of life is tempered by the sting and victory of the grave.

How fast it changes.

November 22, 2010
Hospital Ministry
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Our first visitor! (and other tid bits)

Isn't it cozy?

A Layne Post
We are getting ready for our first visitor!

One week from today, Javan Mesnard, good friend to Jon and member of Voices of the World is coming to spend a week, including Thanksgiving with us, and we could not be more excited! How nice to have a ‘touch of home’ for the holiday. The patients in Oncology are eager to meet him as well… our first visitor!
In preparation we’ve gotten our guest room ready, so go ahead, contact us about when you’d like to come visit!

This year will be our very first Thanksgiving where we get to be the hosts. How fun! Jon is happy to have Javan to assist with his turkey preparation and baking. He will be preparing a bacon wrapped turkey = Yum! My list for cooking/baking is quite long, and I plan to do as much in advance as possible. Our guests, besides Jon and I, will include 4 Americans, 3 Portuguese, 1 Brazilian, 1 South African, and potentially 2 Mozambicans. We’ll update afterward to let you know how it all goes down. =)

25wks

In other news, Miss Anaya is growing quickly and healthily. We have an appointment this week, which I love! Since we get ultrasounds at each appointment, I am always anxious to see my baby girl. I am feeling pretty good these days, though the heat seems to make me a bit more tired. Standing up and looking down, my toes have disappeared. =/

I have already had one Skype baby shower from our Arizona friends, complete with games, gifts, laughter, tears, and prayer. What a blessing that was for me. Our Corpus friends are doing something for me, but I cannot know yet… only that something is happening. AND my church here is having a tea/shower for me and my friend Bibiana, who is due the same week as me, early in December. I really feel overwhelmed with love for our family.

Silly Dad

As for our other ‘baby’, Gasher is growing and becoming a regular member of the family. It is already a little hard to imagine life without him… even if that image seems easier. =) We’ve settled into a nice routine with him, and if we can get him out for a nice walk/run in the morning, he tends to be quite pleasant. The digging, eating my welcome mat, shaking his messy jowls all over, stinky toots, etc. just come with package. Ha!

The Lord is good.

These moments of joy, life, and happiness are such an encouragement to me. Anaya kicking in my belly, while I am visiting at the hospital. Laughing and dancing in the kitchen with my husband, while the dogs barks in confusion of the ruckus. Phone conversations with my family. An upcoming visit from a friend.

Thank you Lord.

November 14, 2010
Around the house, Mozambique, Personal
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One Year Ago Today

A Jon Post

One year in Africa. A month in Botswana, two months in Mozambique, two months in Angola, one month in Namibia and finally, 6 more months in Mozambique. Twelve months in Africa.
And today, one year in, a painful reminder of the reason we are here.
Today, Oombi died. The three-year-old son of my good friend Albano entered the hospital 10 months ago with a cancerous tumor in his eye. Albano brought his son to the Maputo Central Hospital and lived with him, slept in the same bed, spent every long day caring for his son and waiting to take him home. He goes home on Wednesday in a casket.
We knew and loved Oombi. We visited him and his father. Over the last 6 months I’ve sat countless times with Albano, praying over his sick boy, waiting on the hand of our Lord. I’ve studied the Bible with Albano while he held his tired son in his lap. And I’ve smiled and held Oombi as he toddled over to me with a shy smile.
This is our ministry.
One year in.
We have a vision. It’s not huge for now. It’s not to reach hundreds at a time. It’s to see the one. To love the one. To bring a smile to the one.
One at a time.
Our vision is to use the house the Lord has blessed us with as a place of hope. A place of love.
We’ll call it Casa Ahava. Casa simply means house or home in Portuguese and Ahava is a Hebrew word for love. It’s used in the Song of Solomon 8:7 when speaking of a love that cannot be washed away or quenched by a torrent of water. A love that sees all the depth of suffering and pain that will come as a result of choosing to love and yet chooses anyway. Ahava sees pain and misery and chooses to love.
Casa Ahava will see pain and loneliness and offer hope and rest.
One at a time.
This is our ministry. This is our vision.
November 8, 2010
Hospital Ministry, Mozambique
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Rosina

A Layne Post

Some of you may have read about Rosina on my other blog. Rosina had a large tumor/open wound on her foot that was not improving, even with treatment. When I spoke with her a week and a half ago, she had just found out that the doctors had decided to amputate her foot and probably a bit of her leg. She was struggling to deal with the news, quite sad and overwhelmed. As I watched her face wince in pain, I tried to encourage her that perhaps the surgery would allow the constant pain to stop. Still, I left her in bed depressed.

I returned a couple days later to Rosina sitting, more wobbling, in bed. She no longer wore the cloth to cover her bald head, making her face look more gaunt than before. I sat with her in bed, trying to help support her, whole avoiding the wounds on her leg. The smell of rotting flesh has become so familiar to me. In her discomfort she tried to ask me to scratch her back. Me, not knowing the word for “scratch” in Portuguese, struggled to understand her wish. After some effort from her tired body, we figured it out, and I was able to scratch her back.

Once again I was reminded of people’s need for a companion in suffering. So many times I feel inadequate, angry that a close friend or family member cannot be there to take my place, someone who can understand them easily, someone who can naturally lay in bed with them. However, in that absence, somehow the Lord has placed me there, and in that person’s desperation they seem to cling to anyone, even a strange, foreign, white, pregnant girl.

The next time I saw Rosina she was laying in bed, unable to sit, unable to talk. In some ways I could not believe she had deteriorated so quickly, yet in other ways I was amazed that her body had somehow kept living so many hours, so many days in excruciating pain. That day was full of prayers, tears, and song, knowing her life on this earth was coming to a close. I begged the Lord in His mercy to take her quickly and to save her soul.

I was unable to return to the hospital until Friday, four days later, due to some vehicle paperwork problems. Thankfully, Rosina was from Maputo and had family in town that would visit a few hours a day. She lost her fight on Thursday; I believe her parents were present. I could not believe she had lived so long.

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Sometimes I feel like our ministry is slow going. It is taking time to get going, to start the project in our home, to fill up our schedules, etc.  However, in moments like I had with Rosina, I think to myself, “She was worth it. She was worth my time, your support, my living so far from my family… Rosina was worth it.”

And so I thank you. Thank you for supporting Jon and I financially, emotionally and spiritually, for being part of this ministry. Thank you for making it possible for this strange, foreign, white, pregnant girl to sit in the beds of few sick Mozambican ladies and attempt to spread the tangible love of Jesus.

November 1, 2010
Hospital Ministry, Mozambique
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